The walk begins as the artist admires her handiwork in the magnificent fan before unfolding her own sister fan in a slower, more deliberate action. Made immediately after the one her companion bears, this one is of the rising sun gathers its light at the edges, shining down on a slumbering crane about to stir. This folded piece of paper forms an impenetrable barrier of manners behind which comes the conspiratorial tone of the gossip.
"It pleases me that you favor my gift, though I must insist on my methods. At worst, I break the beast, but he is still useful. The softer approach may end with our poor hound full of himself. Or perhaps my dear Doji-san full of himself. Night's festivities indeed."